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Blade sighs. “Don’t fuck with Powers. Lil’s his old lady now. Don’t give the man a reason to remove your teeth—you’re ugly enough as it is.”
Jeeves holds his hands up in surrender. “My apologies. Things have changed since the last time we were here.”
“Yeah, they have,” I snap back. Lil presses the back of her hand to her forehead. I frown. “What’s wrong?”
“All these testosterone fumes are getting to me.”
“Is that right?” I ask, softly in that voice she knows means trouble.
She looks at me with wide eyes as I carefully take Hero from her arms and hand him to Blade, who doesn’t hesitate to lay him over his shoulder.
“Legs will be right back for him. Excuse us for a minute, though. I need to talk to my old lady.”
Blade’s lips twitch as she splutters. “Have at it. I’m gonna go introduce the guys to the others they haven’t met yet.”
“Appreciated,” I mumble, practically dragging Legs across the room and up the stairs to where the bedrooms are.
“What are you doing? I don’t have a room up here anymore, remember?”
“We don’t need a room for what I’m going to do to you,” I warn her, dragging her to the end of the corridor before pushing the door open that leads to the fire escape. “We need an audience,” I murmur into her ear as the door closes behind us, locking us out.
She grips the railing as I move up behind her. Looking down over the edge at the backyard, you can see half of the table and chairs set up out here, and the outdoor kitchen that Sunshine had installed. Nobody is cooking there yet, but with Midas’s guys due in tomorrow, it’s only a matter of time before an impromptu party breaks out. That’s just bikers for you— making the best of a bad situation.
“You can’t be serious?”
I laugh as my hands move to her hips. “When are you going to learn? I’m always fucking serious when it comes to you.”
“You said you’d punish me if I talked shit about myself, but I didn’t.”
“No, you didn’t, but you mocked your man who’s feeling a little territorial. Tell me, trickster, did you sleep with either of them?”
“What? No, of course not. They’re not Ravens.”
“They look at you like they know what you taste like.”
“Some club girls might be happy to take on visiting club brothers. But in case you didn’t notice, I have trust issues. There was some flirting, a kiss or two, but that was it.”
I don’t say anything as I reach around and pop open the button on her jeans and lower the zipper. I press my lips to her ear. “You trust me?”
She hesitates for a beat before she nods.
“Gonna need the words, Lil.”
“I trust you, Kieren.”
Hearing my name on her lips does something to me every fucking time. A rumble moves through my body, a sound that can only be described as pure male satisfaction. “Hands on the railing,” I order. A few of the brothers stroll outside, drinks in hand, as they gather around the tables.
I hear her short intake of air before she does as I ask. Not giving her a chance to question shit, I peel her jeans and underwear down to her thighs, the material so tight it pins her legs in place.
“Powers,” she murmurs, a thread of worry in her voice. I slide my hands over every inch of her exposed skin, making her shiver.
“I’ve got you. Eyes on the brothers, Lil.” Reaching around her, I slowly unfasten the strip of tiny buttons holding her shirt together and let it fall open. I slip my hand inside and find bare skin. “Naughty girl not wearing a bra. It’s like you were wanting me to do this.” I pinch one of her hard nipples, making her gasp.
She’s not loud, not by any stretch of the imagination. But Toot looks up from where he’s sitting, and his eyes land on Lil. They lock on me for a moment before they fall back to Lil. He licks his lips and leans back, his hands slipping under the table.
I free my rock-hard cock and pull her hips back so she’s bent at a more accessible angle. “Look at Toot. He knows exactly what we’re doing.”
“Fuck!” she curses softly. I slide two fingers inside her to gauge how ready she is, and find her dripping.
